"Are you willing to give us guidance?" Luo Ziling held onto Yang Qingyin's hand, still looking at the fortune teller without changing his expression.
"Of course!" The other person nodded without hesitation.
"But do we need to pay first?"
"No," the person still shook his head.
"How much money would it take for you to give us guidance?"
Seeing Luo Ziling still asking this way, the fortune teller couldn't help but get angry, "You ungrateful fellow, I want to give you guidance, but you keep insulting me. Do you have a lot of money? If you have a lot of money, you might as well donate it to the Hope Project."
"Ha," seeing the other person angry, Luo Ziling was surprised, realized he misjudged, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, then we won't disturb you further, master."
"You must give me money before you believe my guidance?" The person was also surprised and called out to Luo Ziling, "I say, young man, do you just not trust people like that?"
